Saturday morning thoughts, February 21, 2009...Blake and Jean
Yesterday:
What a great day! I received a piece of email from Gary and Susie (Chastain) Hancock in Lorenzo. I noticed they had sent it to "Blake and Jean." I did a little work and got re-connected with old friends Blake and Jean (House) Wilson. They lived in Victoria for years where Blake built a really successful career in insurance sales and management. Jean was one of the busiest and most effective church musicians in Victoria. They've retired now and are living near Tyler. The Wilsons came through Decatur yesterday on their way to Wichita Falls. Jean is accompanying (piano) their 13 year old grandson this morning as he plays a cello solo for UIL competition. We sat in a downtown restaurant and visited. I sang for their wedding when I was 12 or 13 (I think) and have visited once in all those years. What a blessing to find these old friends!
We were in the restaurant catching up when a Decatur friend of mine with Lorenzo roots came in. Wayne Alexander, a retired dairyman, lived in Lorenzo when he was a child. He still remembers a lot of names and still treasures his old friendship with Walter Brown.
What a great day! I received a piece of email from Gary and Susie (Chastain) Hancock in Lorenzo. I noticed they had sent it to "Blake and Jean." I did a little work and got re-connected with old friends Blake and Jean (House) Wilson. They lived in Victoria for years where Blake built a really successful career in insurance sales and management. Jean was one of the busiest and most effective church musicians in Victoria. They've retired now and are living near Tyler. The Wilsons came through Decatur yesterday on their way to Wichita Falls. Jean is accompanying (piano) their 13 year old grandson this morning as he plays a cello solo for UIL competition. We sat in a downtown restaurant and visited. I sang for their wedding when I was 12 or 13 (I think) and have visited once in all those years. What a blessing to find these old friends!
We were in the restaurant catching up when a Decatur friend of mine with Lorenzo roots came in. Wayne Alexander, a retired dairyman, lived in Lorenzo when he was a child. He still remembers a lot of names and still treasures his old friendship with Walter Brown.